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Was a younger, more innocent time
Cigarettes and breakfast is fine
When there’s no future, there’s no fear of dying
So cool, Bohemian eyes
Slicing up all they espy
A slight embellishment of passersby
Saying send her letters
Or let her know either way
Hit me like a sucker punch, black and blue
Best of three, you and me, tried and true
Hung up on some things that I didn’t do
Let it go, let it go, let it go
Heavier than ever, box cutter blues
Singalongs and serenades and stolen shoes
Hung up on some things that I wish I knew
And I know, and I know, and I know
It’s the same dream every night
Lost in the blitz and bylines
A longing lingering since ‘99
Sentenced to settling down
Silence the sorriest sound
A fleeting fantasy run aground
Singing sweetly,
"May you find your worth
"In the waking world"
Hit me like a sucker punch, black and blue
Best of three, you and me, tried and true
Hung up on some things that I didn’t do
Let it go, let it go, let it go
Heavier than ever, box cutter blues
Singalongs and serenades and stolen shoes
Hung up on some things that I wish I knew
And I know, and I know, and I know
So sing me off to sleep, been sleeping dreadfully
I got a right and a need to repair what fell apart in my wake
Make no mistake
And when you dream of me in cycles endlessly
That’s some parallel existence still hope I might someday see
Oh silly me
Was a younger, more innocent time
Cigarettes and breakfast is fine
When there’s no future, there’s no, there’s no, there’s no
Fear of dying
So sing me off to sleep, been sleeping dreadfully
I got a right and a need to repair what fell apart in my wake
Make no mistake
And when you dream of me in cycles endlessly
That’s some parallel existence still hope I might someday see
Oh silly me
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